A Fine Day, Isn't It?

your finest moment
was in the cool grass
that green, graceful sea
it brushed your back
with a gentle ease

the sun burned heavy
a crushing brightness
and the beads of sweat
that were lost on their way down
inspired you to forget

you run
spinning
Smiling, In Triumph
a whisper
a barely audible beating
that floods your ears
you fall
head held high
hands in the air
Glory!

unrefined Glory!

flawless, deathless Glory!


screaming arrows rush past
fleeting light, the fireflies
you watch in quiet reverie
contentedly remembering
and wait for the days-end